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Always, more cowbell.

I can confirm, btw, that the band’s forthcoming album does indeed contain more cowbell.

–c.

Right, that’s it, I officially resign from the human race. Stop the world, I don’t have a ticket.

Anywhere that allows a headline like this to exist is somewhere I need to get away from ASAFP.

I mean, they’re all normal English words, but in that order I can get nothing from them.

Someone wake me up.
–c.

I was going to post the other day about a new web habit of mine, but I couldn’t think of a good name for it, so I scrapped the post and did something else. I shall now name it “Wiki Wandering“.

Go to Wikipedia, and type in the first thing that comes to mind. If nothing comes to mind, here are a couple of suggestions:

• Denmark
• Gibson Flying V
• Marmite
• Fridge Magnets
• Hummus
• Spandau Ballet.

Now idly read a bit of the resulting entry on whatever you chose. The moment you see something that links to something else that sounds even a teeny bit interesting, abandon your first page, click the link and read some more. Repeat.

It’s a great way to spend half an hour, doing what I think of as “Passive Research“, or “The Eddie Izzard Technique“.

Thus, I was greatly amused this morning by the latest comic over at XKCD.

–c.

I’ve now added all the guitars I own and all the guitars I’ve previously owned to the Guitars & Gear page. Hoopy.

Amp and pedal details plus recording setup still to come.

–c.

For anyone who doesn’t have Bill Bailey’s “Part Troll” DVD.

“Mann steckt die linke arm ein, die linke arm aus. Ein, aus, ein, aus und drehst es andersrum. Mann macht das Hokey Cokey und drehen sich herum. Das ist die ganze sache.

Ja, das Hokey Cokey. Ja, das Hokey Cokey. Ja, das Hokey Cokey. Knie gebogen, arme gestreckt, rah rah rah.”

–c.

Harry says it best:

“To cut a dull story short, a TV company put some stupid people in a house to make a stupid TV show, then everyone complains when they do something stupid. It happens every year.”

The only thing that varies from year to year is the degree of stupidity of the participants. This year they have really outdone themselves, proving that the great British public really do want hot wet clumps of shit fired into their faces by their television sets.

–c.

Or “When Good Cows Go Mad“, an article by the inestimable Lore Sjöberg.

You’re welcome.

–c.

Firstly, I would like to clarify that this definitely does not remind me of anywhere I used to work.

In London, W1.

For three and half years.

Nope.

–c.